#zeelied

[thatboomerangguy]

Plays wild uncharted waters on repeat while replying to @zeelied because Sokka is starting to swoon for Ariel.

I mean, look at her. Look at him. Look at them !!

[sillymuses]

@zeelied

"I...didn't expect to see someone else around all these broken ships." Was the other mermaid here for the same purpose? To loot whatever valuables were left behind?

[magikborn]

The  weight  of  the  curse  crushed  him  like  the  waves  hitting  rocks.  There  was  no  way  for  Pearl  to  understand,  or  so  he  thought.  His  eyes  dipped  as  he  told  her  his  truth.  He  had  to  do  this.  Breaking  the  curse  was  the  only  way  he  could  truly  live.  Ursula  would  be  vanquished  even  if  it  cost  him  his  life.  To  be  in  constant  fear  was  a  death  sentence  in  itself. When  Pearl  put  her  hands  on  his  chest,  he  fought  back  a  wince.  "I  wouldn't  bear  it  if  you  got  hurt."  It  was  unthinkable.  He  was  gambling  with  putting  Gabriella  and  his  crew  at  risk.  They  have  already  pledged  themselves  to  the  cause.  Pearl  didn't  ask  for  any  of  this. Seeing  the  pleading  in  her  eyes,  he  shook  his  head  firmly.  "It's  too  dangerous."  Eric  put  his  hands  on  hers  for  the  first  time  and  held  them  close.  His  heart  broke.  There  was  pure  love  and  heartbreak  in  her  eyes.  How  could  she  be  so  pure  but  so  strong  at  the  same  time?  He  wished  he  were.  Maybe  then  he  would  actually  live  his  life.  "I  wouldn't  be  able  to  live  with  myself  if  something  happened."

@zeelied

[spydcddy]

          ❛i was floating,    not dead    ──❜    he grits,  fighting to pull sea water from his lungs.  bangs drip sopping wet, caked against his eye lids while grains of sand feel hot with every reach as the man tugs himself to shore.  he was perfectly fine in the ocean.  damn seagull was nosy is all.  couldn't blame ariel too much.  ❛humans can do that.  it's a common method of approach when one gets tired of swimming.❜ ⭒✮ ゜ •̤ ⸜ ⭒ mission assigned for @zeelied !⭒

[dreamlightmagicgarden]

@zeelied wants an audience with the prince.

Eric was walking down the hallway, eyes glued on a letter with a royal emblem that had arrived not too long ago, when he caught a glimpse of red hair by the corner of his eye. It was quickly folded and put in his pocket. It definitely could wait especially since he wanted to make sure his new wife was settling in and adjusting. He was so so very happy she was there, that she was real!

— There you are, my Pearl. — The prince greeted, approaching Ariel and taking her hand. — You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to disturb you and Grimsby really wanted me present for some royal things. How are you this morning?

[stardstschlar]

@zeelied continued from this.

At the mention of her father and the stupid little crab, Jotaro silently thanked whatever higher being he could at the idea. He wasn't entirely ready to meet with the King of the Sea, and he wasn't sure he could handle the constant nagging of a crab who over thought and worried so much. But when she mentioned Flounder and Scuttles - a talking fish and bird? At least that's what he remembers her mentioning, it sounded absolutely ridiculous in so many ways.

When she'd asked him not to get so irritated - or, rather angry as she worded, teals looked toward the redhead for a moment. If the bird was as loud and annoying as he sounded, he wasn't going to make any promises. ".....Not making any promises on that."

[thatboomerangguy]

Sokka stood near the edge of the shore with his boots half sunk into the damp sand, a small bundle tucked awkwardly beneath one arm while the other kept fidgeting with the strap holding it together. Necklaces, bits of polished glass, a little music box ; things he’d gathered one by one because every time he saw something beautiful or strange lately, his first thought had been @zeelied would love this.

The second he spotted her in the water, his whole face lit up in a way he couldn’t hide even if he tried. “There you are,” he called, relief slipping into his voice before he could smooth it over with humor. “You know, normal people send messages when they disappear for this long.” His grin softened almost immediately after, “I missed you. Also… I brought you stuff. Which is apparently what happens when I go too long without seeing you. I start collecting shiny objects like some lovesick sea hawk.”

[thatboomerangguy]

The canoe rocked gently beneath him, wood creaking in a familiar, tired rhythm as Sokka dipped the paddle into the dark water of Yue Bay. Moonlight stretched across the surface like spilled silver, rippling with every stroke. Somewhere beneath the quiet, cold waters was his space sword. Or maybe it wasn’t. He’d come back here more times than he cared to admit, looking for it, so why he felt compelled to torture himself again, he doesn't know.

It had been a little over a year since the war had ended and everyone else seemed to be figuring out how to live in the quiet peace that's followed, but Sokka still wasn’t sure how to do that. Peace gave him too much room to think, too much empty space for his mind to wander and spiral, and sitting here now on a warm night beneath Yue’s soft, watchful glow, his thoughts drifted inevitably back to @zeelied.

He thought of her more than he should, and he wondered, not for the first time, if somewhere beneath the waves she felt the pull of the moon and thought of him, too.

Sokka paused his paddling and let the canoe drift. His reflection wavered on the water’s surface, fractured by moonlight, and for a moment, he barely recognized it. The war had torn the boyhood out of him piece by piece and forced him to grow up faster than he ever wanted to. He had lost people he loved, made choices that he sometimes hates himself for, and accomplished things the loud, overconfident boy he used to be would never have imagined himself capable of. Whatever was left staring back at him now wasn’t the same person he’d been when he met her.

Maybe he’d never find the sword. Maybe the ocean had claimed it for good. But he realized that wasn’t the only thing he was hoping the water might give back to him.